第 8 节
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sleigh toward the Genoa Hotel。 And then the train sped away again;
with that passionless indifference to human sympathies or curiosity
peculiar to express trains; the one baggage truck was wheeled into
the station again; the station door was locked; and the
stationmaster went home。
The locomotive whistle; however; awakened the guilty consciousness
of three young ladies of the Crammer Institute; who were even then
surreptitiously regaling themselves in the bakeshop and
confectionery saloon of Mistress Phillips in a by…lane。 For even
the admirable regulations of the Institute failed to entirely
develop the physical and moral natures of its pupils。 They
conformed to the excellent dietary rules in public; and in private
drew upon the luxurious rations of their village caterer。 They
attended church with exemplary formality; and flirted informally
during service with the village beaux。 They received the best and
most judicious instruction during school hours; and devoured the
trashiest novels during recess。 The result of which was an
aggregation of quite healthy; quite human; and very charming young
creatures that reflected infinite credit on the Institute。 Even
Mistress Phillips; to whom they owed vast sums; exhilarated by the
exuberant spirits and youthful freshness of her guests; declared
that the sight of 〃them young things〃 did her good; and had even
been known to shield them by shameless equivocation。
〃Four o'clock; girls! and; if we're not back to prayers by five;
we'll be missed;〃 said the tallest of these foolish virgins; with
an aquiline nose; and certain quiet elan that bespoke the leader;
as she rose from her seat。 〃Have you got the books; Addy?〃 Addy
displayed three dissipated…looking novels under her waterproof。
〃And the provisions; Carry?〃 Carry showed a suspicious parcel
filling the pocket of her sack。 〃All right; then。 Come; girls;
trudgeCharge it;〃 she added; nodding to her host as they passed
toward the door。 〃I'll pay you when my quarter's allowance comes。〃
〃No; Kate;〃 interposed Carry; producing her purse; 〃let me pay;
it's my turn。〃
〃Never!〃 said Kate; arching her black brows loftily; 〃even if you
do have rich relatives; and regular remittances from California。
Never! Come; girls; forward; march!〃
As they opened the door; a gust of wind nearly took them off their
feet。 Kindhearted Mrs。 Phillips was alarmed。 〃Sakes alive; galls!
ye mussn't go out in sich weather。 Better let me send word to the
Institoot; and make ye up a nice bed tonight in my parlor。〃 But
the last sentence was lost in a chorus of half…suppressed shrieks
as the girls; hand in hand; ran down the steps into the storm; and
were at once whirled away。
The short December day; unlit by any sunset glow; was failing fast。
It was quite dark already; and the air was thick with driving snow。
For some distance their high spirits; youth; and even inexperience
kept them bravely up; but; in ambitiously attempting a short cut
from the highroad across an open field; their strength gave out;
the laugh grew less frequent; and tears began to stand in Carry's
brown eyes。 When they reached the road again; they were utterly
exhausted。 〃Let us go back;〃 said Carry。
〃We'd never get across that field again;〃 said Addy。
〃Let's stop at the first house; then;〃 said Carry。
〃The first house;〃 said Addy; peering through the gathering
darkness; 〃is Squire Robinson's。〃 She darted a mischievous glance
at Carry that; even in her discomfort and fear; brought the quick
blood to her cheek。
〃Oh; yes!〃 said Kate with gloomy irony; 〃certainly; stop at the
squire's by all means; and be invited to tea; and be driven home
after by your dear friend Mr。 Harry; with a formal apology from
Mrs。 Robinson; and hopes that the young ladies may be excused this
time。 No!〃 continued Kate with sudden energy。 〃That may suit YOU;
but I'm going back as I cameby the window; or not at all〃 Then
she pounced suddenly; like a hawk; on Carry; who was betraying a
tendency to sit down on a snowbank and whimper; and shook her
briskly。 〃You'll be going to sleep next。 Stay; hold your tongues;
all of youwhat's that?〃
It was the sound of sleigh bells。 Coming down toward them out of
the darkness was a sleigh with a single occupant。 〃Hold down your
heads; girls: if it's anybody that knows us; we're lost。〃 But it
was not; for a voice strange to their ears; but withal very kindly
and pleasant; asked if its owner could be of any help to them。 As
they turned toward him; they saw it was a man wrapped in a handsome
sealskin cloak; wearing a sealskin cap; his face; half…concealed by
a muffler of the same material; disclosing only a pair of long
mustaches; and two keen dark eyes。 〃It's a son of old Santa
Claus!〃 whispered Addy。 The girls tittered audibly as they tumbled
into the sleigh; they had regained their former spirits。 〃Where
shall I take you?〃 said the stranger quietly。 There was a hurried
whispering; and then Kate said boldly; 〃To the Institute。〃 They
drove silently up the hill; until the long; ascetic building loomed
up before them。 The stranger reined up suddenly。 〃You know the
way better than I;〃 he said。 〃Where do you go in?〃 〃Through the
back window;〃 said Kate with sudden and appalling frankness。 〃I
see!〃 responded their strange driver quietly and; alighting
quickly; removed the bells from the horses。 〃We can drive as near
as you please now;〃 he added by way of explanation。 〃He certainly
is a son of Santa Claus;〃 whispered Addy。 〃Hadn't we better ask
after his father?〃 〃Hush!〃 said Kate decidedly。 〃He is an angel;
I dare say。〃 She added with a delicious irrelevance; which was;
however; perfectly understood by her feminine auditors; 〃We are
looking like three frights。〃
Cautiously skirting the fences; they at last pulled up a few feet
from a dark wall。 The stranger proceeded to assist them to alight。
There was still some light from the reflected snow; and as he
handed his fair companions to the ground; each was conscious of
undergoing an intense though respectful scrutiny。 He assisted them
gravely to open the window; and then discreetly retired to the
sleigh until the difficult and somewhat discomposing ingress was
made。 He then walked to the window。 〃Thank you and good night!〃
whispered three voices。 A single figure still lingered。 The
stranger leaned over the window sill。 〃Will you permit me to light
my cigar here? It might attract attention if I struck a match
outside。〃 By the upspringing light he saw the figure of Kate very
charmingly framed in by the window。 The match burnt slowly out in
his fingers。 Kate smiled mischievously。 The astute young woman
had detected the pitiable subterfuge。 For what else did she stand
at the head of her class; and had doting parents paid three years'
tuition?
The storm had passed; and the sun was shining quite cheerily in the
eastern recitation room the next morning when Miss Kate; whose seat
was nearest the window; placing her hand pathetically upon her
heart; affected to fall in bashful and extreme agitation upon the
shoulder of Carry; her neighbor。 〃HE has come;〃 she gasped in a
thrilling whisper。 〃Who?〃 asked Carry sympathetically; who never
clearly understood when Kate was in earnest。 〃Who?Why; the man
who rescued us last night! I saw him drive to the door this
moment。 Don't speak; I shall be better in a momentthere!〃 she
said; and the shameless hypocrite passed her hand pathetically
across her forehead with a tragic air。
〃What can he want?〃 asked Carry; whose curiosity was excited。 〃I
don't know;〃 said Kate; suddenly relapsing into gloomy cynicism。
〃Possibly to put his five daughters to school; perhaps to finish
his young wife; and warn her against us。〃
〃He didn't look old; and he didn't seem like a married man;〃
rejoined Addy thoughtfully。
〃That was his art; you poor creature!〃 returned Kate scornfully。
〃You can never tell anything of these men; they are so deceitful。
Besides; it's just my fate!〃
〃Why; Kate;〃 began Carry; in serious concern。
〃Hush! Miss Walker is saying something;〃 said Kate; laughing。
〃The young ladies will please give attention;〃 said a slow;
perfunctory voice。 〃Miss Carry Tretherick is wanted in the
parlor。〃
Meantime Mr。 Jack Prince; the name given on the card; and various
letters and credentials submitted to the Rev。 Mr。 Crammer; paced
the somewhat severe apartment known publicly as the 〃reception
parlor〃 and privately to the pupils as 〃purgatory。〃 His keen eyes
had taken in the various rigid details; from the flat steam
〃radiator;〃 like an enormous japanned soda cracker; that heated one
end of the room to the monumental bust of Dr。 Crammer that
hopelessly chilled the other; from the Lord's Prayer; executed by a
former writing master in such gratuitous variety of elegant
calligraphic trifling as